Brasília observada do céu, a imagem de um fantasma dirige um médico legista ao assédio, um inconveniente na chegada ao terreno da cidade. Olavo Bilac, o doutor, vem para entregar um laudo afirmando a identidade de um cadáver, Eugênia Câmara, jovem desaparecida depois de se envolver num escândalo com senadores e assessores parlamentares. Porém, “meu trabalho não é político”. O doutor, que dará uma identidade aos restos mortais, também realizou a autópsia de sua esposa, o fantasma. A sinfonia da…
Every time I hear the word culture I start my prologue shooting a cemetery full of decapitated barbarians exposed to a dark smoke coming from the guts of earth through a red ND filter so the barren terrain bleeds and contaminates the air up to the sky while a bunch of so called artists cross a lonely road claiming their rights toward certain death. Accompanying Pino Donaggio's sonic synthesis of feverish insomnia. Polyphonic tides of the apocalypse.
- Ruggero Deodato in one of his Cannon Group adventures.
As in the last Batman movie, there is at least one moment where you can see someone actually interested in cinema, almost surrendering to the instinct of making an honest B-movie. Halfway through, despite the irregularity, I believed it would at last abandon Nolan’s most annoying traits and then could end up being just a good, straightforward sci-fi blockbuster, indebted to a dozen other vastly superior works, but still… No. Nolan finally recalls that what he sells is horrible talking…
Just finished this translation (a bad translation, I'm afraid, my english is not the best) of a long review I wrote last year as part of a dossier on Tobe Hooper. It was intended as a follow up to an essay about the core ideas in his films, mostly The Funhouse and Poltergeist (which I want to post on the blog soon), but if you've seen those I don't think there will be any problems understanding the references. A lot…